- got my first gel manicure (b/c my nails are finally growing out - thank you biotin)
- bought my first real gown (since high school prom and my parents bought that for me) for my date to the Australian Embassy Gala
- super glued my finger nail when it cracked
- made out at Rumors like I was 21 all over again
- unintentionally stayed awake while on NyQuil... weirdest feeling ever
- gave my number to a guy after he used a Harry Potter pickup line on me
- went to Jay's Saloon for the first time, EVER (I think)!
- saw J be "the show"... FINALLY
- grilled my cougar roommate's man-du-jour, then split a pizza with him...
- bought a new iphone case... loves
- went grocery shopping like a big girl
- learned to let go of things out of my control... and it feels AMAZING
- found out my cousin is dating someone who is going to be drafted to the NFL... hello free tickets!
- played (not well) my guitar
- ate a shit load of my grandma's kimchee
- rearranged some owls in my apartment
- was reminded that I am "in the middle" in every way possible
- caught up on Homeland
- got my roommate sick (?)
- had some really effed up and crazy dreams
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Ramblings...
It's that time again.... LIST TIME!!! It's been awhile and, if you're anything like me, you've gone through withdrawal. Soo... without further ado, I present to you: Things I've done the past week (in random order)!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
You Learn Something New Every Day
The more time I spend with my family the more stuff I learn about my growing up. Until recently I never knew that my mother was as much into clothes as I am... or how she would take pictures with her girlfriends rolling around on the beach like I do... or that my brother would cry when my dad would pick him up because he was deployed during his childhood.
This past Thanksgiving, after everyone was stuffed from Korean and American food, and while we were waiting for our 2nd meal we like to call "dog food" in Korean, we busted out some really old photo albums and laughed our asses off. As we were flipping through pages, we stopped on a picture of me in the kitchen with my mom (see below).
Awwww, I thought to myself as we were stuck on this picture. I'm still in diapers and I'm already wanting to help my mom in the kitchen. Good times. No... that's definitely not how the story went. Apparently this is how I used to poop. That's right, you read that right. I would wait until my mom was in the kitchen cooking and I would stroll over to her, squat behind her, grab her legs and go at it. Apparently there was something I enjoyed about the comfort of my mother's legs and the coolness of the kitchen floor.
There you have it. You learn something new every day.
This past Thanksgiving, after everyone was stuffed from Korean and American food, and while we were waiting for our 2nd meal we like to call "dog food" in Korean, we busted out some really old photo albums and laughed our asses off. As we were flipping through pages, we stopped on a picture of me in the kitchen with my mom (see below).
Awwww, I thought to myself as we were stuck on this picture. I'm still in diapers and I'm already wanting to help my mom in the kitchen. Good times. No... that's definitely not how the story went. Apparently this is how I used to poop. That's right, you read that right. I would wait until my mom was in the kitchen cooking and I would stroll over to her, squat behind her, grab her legs and go at it. Apparently there was something I enjoyed about the comfort of my mother's legs and the coolness of the kitchen floor.
There you have it. You learn something new every day.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Worst Feeling In The World
Tonight I was enjoying a delicious dinner with a co-worker and kept feeling the constant vibrations of my cell phone in my purse. Not one to be rude, I didn't get out my phone until the bill was paid and we were about to say our good-byes.
Lots of missed messages.
Several in fact.
From my sister.
The first text message on the screen was "I feel bad."
Why would my sister feel bad for someone? A break up? A car accident? Cancelling plans on someone? Heard a rumor about someone?
And that's when my heart sank. No one ever thinks that it could be about a family member. A family member who jogs everyday. Doesn't drink alcohol regularly and eats relatively healthy.
Blurs of "hospital, " "heart attack," "tests," "alone," and then... the final shot to the gut, "dad."
It was at that moment that the restaurant went quiet and still. Time stood still. The bitching I just did to my amazing co-worker about my job. Complaining about the lack of money. Not knowing what to do with my life or if I wanted to go back to school for God knows what. None of it mattered anymore. None of it. In that moment, I wanted to be with my daddy. Making sure he was okay. And not scared.
On the way home, I called my Oma and she reassured me that Dad was okay. The doctors said everything looked okay and they were keeping him overnight to observe and test him more in the morning. She said she would call me if anything changed. And I hung up the phone with her, still wanting to go visit him at the hospital. But I know my Dad. He would tell us to go home.
The reality of what had actually happened finally hit me after that phone call. That's when I started crying. That's my dad. The first man I ever loved. The one who put cream on my chaffed underarms. The one who used to buy my pads and tampons. The one who loved me even when I was terrible. The one who has provided me with such an amazing life. The man who wants nothing more than for his kids to be happy. I wouldn't know what to do without him.
Things sound good and I'll be sure to keep you posted. But please keep him in your prayers... in the words of my co-worker "send him some good juju." I know he would do the same for anyone of you out there.
Lots of missed messages.
Several in fact.
From my sister.
The first text message on the screen was "I feel bad."
Why would my sister feel bad for someone? A break up? A car accident? Cancelling plans on someone? Heard a rumor about someone?
And that's when my heart sank. No one ever thinks that it could be about a family member. A family member who jogs everyday. Doesn't drink alcohol regularly and eats relatively healthy.
Blurs of "hospital, " "heart attack," "tests," "alone," and then... the final shot to the gut, "dad."
It was at that moment that the restaurant went quiet and still. Time stood still. The bitching I just did to my amazing co-worker about my job. Complaining about the lack of money. Not knowing what to do with my life or if I wanted to go back to school for God knows what. None of it mattered anymore. None of it. In that moment, I wanted to be with my daddy. Making sure he was okay. And not scared.
On the way home, I called my Oma and she reassured me that Dad was okay. The doctors said everything looked okay and they were keeping him overnight to observe and test him more in the morning. She said she would call me if anything changed. And I hung up the phone with her, still wanting to go visit him at the hospital. But I know my Dad. He would tell us to go home.
The reality of what had actually happened finally hit me after that phone call. That's when I started crying. That's my dad. The first man I ever loved. The one who put cream on my chaffed underarms. The one who used to buy my pads and tampons. The one who loved me even when I was terrible. The one who has provided me with such an amazing life. The man who wants nothing more than for his kids to be happy. I wouldn't know what to do without him.
Things sound good and I'll be sure to keep you posted. But please keep him in your prayers... in the words of my co-worker "send him some good juju." I know he would do the same for anyone of you out there.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Friendsgiving 2012
The 3rd Annual Friendsgiving was held last night at The Jungle House.... okay, okay. So I just made up that name... T and I haven't named our house yet. No clever name like the Nad Pad, Blue Door... still working on this.
The invites were sent and people responded with what they were bringing. We had a great spread going but there was one thing that no one had touched... and it was the one item T and I were worried. Oh, dear - the turkey. Who on earth would want to buy, baste, brine and cook the turkey? You know who stepped up? Betty Crocker M... she just recently got married and was dying to put her wedding gifts to use. SOLD!
Lots of emails were sent with reminders or food, parking sitch and to bring tupperware for leftovers. The big day arrived and we were so excited. Having cooked, cleaned and popped open some wine, we were greeted by lots of friends, lots of wine and lots of food.
While the turkey was resting and the sides were being warmed, everyone socialized and found places to sit and/or stand. See, the unfortunate part about our place is that there isn't enough room for people to sit. There were about 20 people here and about room for about 10 people to sit and eat comfortably. Fives were definitely called.
As I was in the kitchen cooking some chicken wings, I was happily greeted by one of my favorite people wearing the.best.shirt.ever!!! Let me just warn you. This picture is about to put a smile on your face. Having a bad day? Not after seeing this picture. Don't say I didn't warn you. Ladies and gentlemen... I introduce to you, P and his pussy.
Amazing shirt, right? P was coming into the kitchen to open the 4 cans of Cranberry Sauce he brought. One of those cans was strictly for him. We couldn't find the can opener to save our lives. We looked in every drawer. After having searched forever, T finally opens the cabinet and busts out the can opener. Again, I must prepare you for this one. Think back to when you were growing up. And remember the rroooaoroooroorow sound of your mom opening cans of corn using the old school can opening machine? Ladies and gentlemen.... our can opener.
The food was all ready to be served. Herein lied (laid?) the problem. Without really thinking about this, we asked R and J, our dear yet unreliable friends, to be in charge of buying the paper products and silverware for this event. J was on time and came bringing heavy duty paper products. Kudos. The time was 6:30. Our event started at 5. We had no silverware. R had botched the situation. So we had to wait for him... and once he walked into the place he was met with BOOs. Here he is putting away the wine (for the ladies) and his one box of assorted cutlery (Ah ha! But the jokes on us! R went out to his car and magically appeared a more boxes of cutlery - well done Frogg!).
The wine was flowing. I asked my roommate to pour me a glass of red wine. Here is what she gave me. Let me just say that this glass is HUGE. Nice pour, roommate! No wonder I didn't feel good this morning.
It was finally time to cut the turkey. Typically, the man of the household would carve the turkey. But since it's just two girls living here, we needed to find a fair way to choose which man was going to carve it for us. So, we did what any other females would do. We had the guys whip out their franks and beans and sword fight to get a winner. Okay, okay... that's a lie. But that would have been awesome. We went with the guy who was wearing the best shirt. And here was the winner:
Here is P carving the turkey like a pro:
The turkey was amazingly moist and delicious. M's first turkey was a huge success! Congrats to her- that is such a feat! Here was our spread. Turkey, tequila lime chicken wings, mac-n-cheese muffins, Italian rice balls, stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls, corn, green bean casserole, rigatoni, salad, sweet potato casserole, gravy, pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll, pumpkin cheesecake, wine cake, and key lime pie. Oh, don't forget the wine. One word - phenomenal.
After the food was devoured and we were all stuffed it was time to pack some to-go tupperware. The majority of the guys didn't read our emails all the way and so they didn't read the part where it suggested bringing tupperware to take food to go. Now, the ones that did read the email all the way through came with their tupperware. Wanna see what it looks like? When I say they brought their tupperware, they BROUGHT THEIR TUPPERWARE!
After dinner/dessert/drinks I walked into the kitchen to two very disturbing scenes. The first one is disturbing slash hilarious slash common (see what I did there? I wrote the word slash instead of using /). Here are everyone's two favorite dogs going at it... well, I guess just one of them is going at it and the other one is taking it.
The last picture is of an innocent box of chicken stock. Now, the dripping that is strategically placed on the box is still a mystery. And I'm not sure if it was strategically place or if it was purely coincidence... but it looks like RR is definitely enjoying something creamy on Thanksgiving. Here you go!
After everything was said and done we had a great time. I am thankful for such good friends (who are amazing cooks), an amazing roommate who enjoys entertaining as much as I do and great chemistry with each and everyone of my friends. You can't find that with just anyone. Friendsgiving 2012 was a huge success. I would be happy to host again next year but am willing to pass on the torch like it was passed on to me (and my roommie, of course).
May your Thanksgiving be as blessed and amazing as mine was. If this is what Friendsgiving was like, I can't wait to do Thanksgiving with my family.... and lots of Korean food!! Mmmm, maybe next year you'll be invited!
The invites were sent and people responded with what they were bringing. We had a great spread going but there was one thing that no one had touched... and it was the one item T and I were worried. Oh, dear - the turkey. Who on earth would want to buy, baste, brine and cook the turkey? You know who stepped up? Betty Crocker M... she just recently got married and was dying to put her wedding gifts to use. SOLD!
Lots of emails were sent with reminders or food, parking sitch and to bring tupperware for leftovers. The big day arrived and we were so excited. Having cooked, cleaned and popped open some wine, we were greeted by lots of friends, lots of wine and lots of food.
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| Here's M making the gravy from the turkey drippings. |
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| Talking about the weather. |
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| Tommy telling a story. |
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| Complaining about no where to sit. Hey geniuses, look behind you. Two empty chairs. |
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| As I was snapping the picture, P decided to give me the most awkward pose ever. Well done, P. Well done. |
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| First, I broke the handle off. Then we couldn't figure out how to do it. I need to buy a hand held opener. |
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| We love you, R!! |
It was finally time to cut the turkey. Typically, the man of the household would carve the turkey. But since it's just two girls living here, we needed to find a fair way to choose which man was going to carve it for us. So, we did what any other females would do. We had the guys whip out their franks and beans and sword fight to get a winner. Okay, okay... that's a lie. But that would have been awesome. We went with the guy who was wearing the best shirt. And here was the winner:
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| Okay - so I just wanted to put his picture up again. hahaha. |
The turkey was amazingly moist and delicious. M's first turkey was a huge success! Congrats to her- that is such a feat! Here was our spread. Turkey, tequila lime chicken wings, mac-n-cheese muffins, Italian rice balls, stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls, corn, green bean casserole, rigatoni, salad, sweet potato casserole, gravy, pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll, pumpkin cheesecake, wine cake, and key lime pie. Oh, don't forget the wine. One word - phenomenal.
After the food was devoured and we were all stuffed it was time to pack some to-go tupperware. The majority of the guys didn't read our emails all the way and so they didn't read the part where it suggested bringing tupperware to take food to go. Now, the ones that did read the email all the way through came with their tupperware. Wanna see what it looks like? When I say they brought their tupperware, they BROUGHT THEIR TUPPERWARE!
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| I mean, the biggest tupperware EVER!! Well done, S and B. |
After dinner/dessert/drinks I walked into the kitchen to two very disturbing scenes. The first one is disturbing slash hilarious slash common (see what I did there? I wrote the word slash instead of using /). Here are everyone's two favorite dogs going at it... well, I guess just one of them is going at it and the other one is taking it.
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| Get it, S!!! |
The last picture is of an innocent box of chicken stock. Now, the dripping that is strategically placed on the box is still a mystery. And I'm not sure if it was strategically place or if it was purely coincidence... but it looks like RR is definitely enjoying something creamy on Thanksgiving. Here you go!
After everything was said and done we had a great time. I am thankful for such good friends (who are amazing cooks), an amazing roommate who enjoys entertaining as much as I do and great chemistry with each and everyone of my friends. You can't find that with just anyone. Friendsgiving 2012 was a huge success. I would be happy to host again next year but am willing to pass on the torch like it was passed on to me (and my roommie, of course).
May your Thanksgiving be as blessed and amazing as mine was. If this is what Friendsgiving was like, I can't wait to do Thanksgiving with my family.... and lots of Korean food!! Mmmm, maybe next year you'll be invited!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Truth
Story of my life growing up in a household with a Tiger Mom... not that I got Bs on the regular... just saying.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
That One Kid
Each year's crop of kids brings that one kid that gets under your skin. This year's nugget, J, is by far the most active child I have ever witnessed. And he's the bane of my existence during the school day (way harsh, Ty).
He's reading at a Kindergarten level.
He's talkative.
He's hyperactive.
He can't do work independently.
He's constantly tapping me to ask a question or show me something.
He's always interrupting.
He shouts out.
BUT.....
He's also hilarious.
And he's adorably cute.
And sweet.
And creative.
And has a great smile.
And looks like a wolf.
And smart (despite the Kindergarten reading level, I know it's there. It's just being blocked by something. He ranked above average in math scores and has a memory like mine).
He was out today for a doctor's appointment. And it was a great day! The kids were on task... I wasn't raising my voice.... they weren't distracted. We were focused and learning and it was quiet.
Was it an easier day? Hell yes. Where we much more productive? Absolutely. But I missed him. A lot. I missed his face. And I missed his sense of humor. And I missed him drawing on my back while he tries to sit calmly on the carpet. But mostly I missed his presence. He's my one kid that gets under my skin the most but is also the one kid that everyone notices is missing on days like today. And the class just doesn't feel complete.
The important part to remember, for me, is that I missed him. And I can't wait for him to come back into class tomorrow. And, with all the negative feelings I've recently had for teaching and this school year, this development reminds me that I'm absolutely, 100% in the right profession.
He's reading at a Kindergarten level.
He's talkative.
He's hyperactive.
He can't do work independently.
He's constantly tapping me to ask a question or show me something.
He's always interrupting.
He shouts out.
BUT.....
He's also hilarious.
And he's adorably cute.
And sweet.
And creative.
And has a great smile.
And looks like a wolf.
And smart (despite the Kindergarten reading level, I know it's there. It's just being blocked by something. He ranked above average in math scores and has a memory like mine).
He was out today for a doctor's appointment. And it was a great day! The kids were on task... I wasn't raising my voice.... they weren't distracted. We were focused and learning and it was quiet.
Was it an easier day? Hell yes. Where we much more productive? Absolutely. But I missed him. A lot. I missed his face. And I missed his sense of humor. And I missed him drawing on my back while he tries to sit calmly on the carpet. But mostly I missed his presence. He's my one kid that gets under my skin the most but is also the one kid that everyone notices is missing on days like today. And the class just doesn't feel complete.
The important part to remember, for me, is that I missed him. And I can't wait for him to come back into class tomorrow. And, with all the negative feelings I've recently had for teaching and this school year, this development reminds me that I'm absolutely, 100% in the right profession.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Ursher. Perfection.
They say life is a battlefield
I say bring it on
If you wanna know how I feel
Live it till it's gone
I'm just saying that what don't kill
Only makes you strong
If you don't recognize what is real
Then forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
Keep on doing the same old thing
And you expecting change
Well is that really insanity
Or just a losers' game
I only trust in the things I feel
Some may say that's strange
You better recognize what is real
Cause forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
But you can't feel it till you're numb
Shake it off, let it go I don't care anymore
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
Can you feel it?
I say bring it on
If you wanna know how I feel
Live it till it's gone
I'm just saying that what don't kill
Only makes you strong
If you don't recognize what is real
Then forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
Keep on doing the same old thing
And you expecting change
Well is that really insanity
Or just a losers' game
I only trust in the things I feel
Some may say that's strange
You better recognize what is real
Cause forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
But you can't feel it till you're numb
Shake it off, let it go I don't care anymore
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
Can you feel it?
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